“And you are my divine completion,” he moans into my skull, a sound reminiscent of permission and capitulation.
“I can’t wait another moment,” I rasp. “Bend over for your master.”
“Yes, sir,” he whimpers, as I hold his strap tight, twisting it nearly into a knot and pushing him onto the edge of the bed.
The sheets are pristinely white, not a blemish to speak of. Yet…
I bring my mouth to his delectable pink flesh, my tongue getting to work. Finding its rhythm in a zip and opening this hole like my life depends on it. The combination of his sweat and musk against thetexture of his fuzz is overwhelming—promptly dispatching blood to my prick, my cock about to burst from the sudden expansion.
His whimpers alone nearly send me over the edge. Visceral sounds that send triumph to my heart. Sounds that guide me like prayers.
I meet his prayers with further jabs up and down his breathtaking crease, ensuring that he’s sloppy and well-suited for me to take him.
Austin claws at the sheets, attempting to get a grip while his legs judder from the rapture I’m delivering. Every muscle shaking with pleasure. He’s unraveling apart in front of my eyes, I’ve never seen anything more ravishing than this surrender.
“Good boy,” I growl into his pink tissue. “Let it break you. Let your God break you.”
His muscles go limp, submission flowing down through the fibers of muscles.
“That’s my Lover Boy,” I rumble, lapping at his arse for good measure, before sliding my prick up and down his velvet crease. “You ready to see the stars? The Galaxies?”
He nods his head in a rapid succession, slight whimpers fading out from his lips.
“Yeah, you are… Just close your eyes and allow me to deliver you salvation.” I rumble into the shell of his ear as my crown meets its rightful place. I pause for him to unclench, to receive my advance with his explicit consent.
I thrust in past his persistent rim, a joy that never fades. Warmth and lusciousness welcome me, a paradise fit for a king surrounding my length. I push forward, his entire body welcoming my presence.Our lungs breathing in the same cadence, our bodies harmonizing into one as I bury myself completely in his depths.
I groan as I truly indulge in my Lover Boy. Soaking in his bliss. A man fit for a King. A stud that tears it up on the turf and then submits in the bedroom. A man that I can never let go. It’ll be me and him for the rest of time. Fucking and showing the world that we are a match made for the heavens.
Charlie can gawk on the sideline. He watch us through the window for all that I care. He can witness what he can’t have as long as my pulse is ticking.
“You are such a treat. A forbidden truffle enjoyed only by those who deserve it.”
“Yes, King,” he wails as I pound, increasing my furor and intensity.
He deserves every drop of my holy cream, everything that I could possibly give. He deserves his own bloody cathedral for the saint that he feels like.
I brush my hand over my signature seared into his skin, a powerful reminder to everyone that he’s mine.
Austin Schmidt.
My Lover Boy.
My hips thrust inside, my prick ready to baptize him. Ready to give him the nourishment that he deserves.
“Beg for your cream,” I snarl into his ear, spanking his arse cheek, over and over until he answers. The red flare of my hands overtaking the paleness.
“Please master, give me what I need,” he whimpers pathetically while his lips quiver.
My cock judders inside his paradise, a storm of milk flooding his insides. I groan out in barbaric pleasure, appreciating his gratifying warmth mixed with my seed.
He’s a fucking miracle. That what he is. And he’s all mine. Even stamped with my bloody signature.
I look down to see the pool of pearly cream below his groin, soaking into the mattress. “When did you cum?” I ask, mystified.
“At the beginning,” he chuckles. “Just felt too good to stop you.”
“You are fucking crazy,” I murmur, plopping a kiss on those charming lips.
